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Now to the regal towers fecurely brought,
He plans Britannia's glories in his thought;
Refumes the delegated power he gave,

Rewards the faithful, and restores the brave.
Whom fhall the Muse from out the fhining throng
Select, to heighten and adorn her song?

Thee, Halifax. To thy capacious mind,
O man approv'd, is Britain's wealth confign'd.
Her coin, while Naffau fought, debas'd and rude,
By thee in beauty and in truth renew'd,
An arduous work! again thy charge we fee,
And thy own care once more returns to thee.
O! form'd in every scene to awe and please,
Mix wit with pomp, and dignity with ease:
Though call'd to fhine aloft, thou wilt not scorn
To smile on arts thyfelf did once adorn :
For this thy name fucceeding time shall praise,
And envy lefs thy garter, than thy bays.

The Muse, if fir'd with thy enlivening beams,
Perhaps fhall aim at more exalted themes,
Record our monarch in a nobler strain,
And fing the opening wonders of his reign;
Bright Carolina's heavenly beauties trace,
Her valiant confort, and his blooming race.
A train of kings their fruitful love supplies,
A glorious scene to Albion's ravish'd eyes;
Who fees by Brunswick's hand her fceptre fway'd,
And through his line from age to age convey'd.

AN

AN IMITATION OF THE PROPHECY OF

A

NEREUS.

FROM HORACE. BOOK III. ODE XXV.

"Dicam infigne, recens, adhuc

"Indictum ore alio non fecus in jugis "Ex fomnis ftupet Euias

"Hebrum profpiciens, & nive candidam "Thracen, ac pede barbaro

"Luftratam Rhodopen."

S Mar his round one morning took,

HOR.

(Whom fome call earl, and fome call duke)

And his new brethren of the blade,

Shivering with fear and frost, survey'd,

On Perth's bleak hills he chanc'd to fpy
An aged wizard fix foot high,

With briftled hair and vifage blighted,

Wall-ey'd, bare-haunch'd, and second-fighted.

The grizly fage in thought profound

Beheld the chief with back to round,

Then roll'd his eye-balls to and fro
O'er his paternal hills of snow,
And into these tremendous fpeeches
Broke forth the prophet without breeches.
Into what ills betray'd, by thee,

This ancient kingdom do I fee !
Her realms un-peopled and forlorn !
Wae's me! that ever thou wert born!

Proud

Proud English loons (our clans o'ercome)
On Scottish pads fhall amble home;
I fee them dreft in bonnets blue
(The fpoils of thy rebellious crew);
I fee the target caft away,

And chequer'd plaid become their prey,
The chequer'd plaid to make a gown
For many a lafs in London town.

In vain thy hungry mountaineers
Come forth in all thy warlike geers,
The fhield, the piftol, durk, and dagger,
In which they daily wont to fwagger,
And oft have fally'd out to pillage
The hen-roofts of fome peacefull village,
Or, while their neighbours were asleep,
Have carry'd off a low-land sheep,

What boots thy high-born host of beggars,
Mac-leans, Mac-kenzies, and Mac-gregors,
With popish cut-throats, perjur'd ruffians,
And Forster's troop of raggamuffins ?

In vain thy lads around thee bandy,
Inflam'd with bag-pipe and with brandy.
Doth not bold Sutherland the trusty,
With heart fo true, and voice fo rusty,
(A loyal foul) thy troops affright,
While hoarfely he demands the fight?
Doft thou not generous Ilay dread,
The braveft hand, the wifeft head?
Undaunted doft thou hear th' alarms
Of hoary Athol sheath'd in arms?

5

Douglas,

Douglas, who draws his lineage down
From Thanes and Peers of high renown,
Fiery, and young, and uncontrol'd,

With knights, and fquires, and barons bold,
(His noble houfhold-band) advances,
And on the milk-white courfer prances.
Thee Forfar to the combat dares,
Grown fwarthy in Iberian wars :
And Monroe, kindled into rage,
Sourly defies thee to engage ;

He'll rout thy foot, though ne'er so many,
And horse to boot — if thou hadst any.
But fee Argyll, with watchful eyes,
Lodg'd in his deep entrenchments lies !
Couch'd like a lion in thy way,
He waits to spring upon his prey ;
While, like a herd of timorous deer,
Thy army shakes and pants with fear,
Led by their doughty general's fkill,
From frith to frith, from hill to hill.

?

Is thus thy haughty promise paid
That to the Chevalier was made,
When thou didst oaths and duty barter,
For dukedom, generalthip, and garter
Three moons thy Jemmy fhall command,
With Highland fceptre in his hand,
Too good for his pretended birth,

--Then down shall fall the king of Perth. 'Tis fo decreed: for George fhall reign, And traitors be forfworn in vain.

Heaven fhall for ever on him fmile,
And bless him ftill with an Argyll.
While thou, pursued by vengeful foes,
Condemn'd to barren rocks and fnows,
And hinder'd paffing Inverlocky,
Shall burn thy clan, and curfe poor Jocky.

AN EPISTLE

FROM A LADY IN ENGLAND TO A GENTLEMAN AT AVIGNON.

O thee, dear rover, and thy vanquish'd friends,

Though much you fuffer, think I fuffer more,
Worse than an exile on my native shore.
Companions in your master's flight you roam,
Unenvy'd by your haughty foes at home;
For ever near the royal outlaw's fide

You fhare his fortunes, and his hopes divide,
On glorious schemes, and thoughts of empire dwell,
And with imaginary titles fwell.

Say, for thou know'ft I own his facred line,
The paffive doctrine, and the right divine,
Say, what new fuccours does the chief prepare?
The ftrength of armies? or the force of prayer?
Does he from heaven or earth his hopes derive?
From faints departed, or from priests alive?
Nor faints nor priests can Brunswick's troops withstand,
And beads drop useless through the zealot's hand;

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